Priscilla

Chapter 64

"Cough cough!" Kanda coughed so badly that he could only stick his knife into the ground to keep from falling down.

Priscilla looked at him silently, and now she seemed to be used to the exciting emotion in her heart, but she knew that the seemingly peaceful surface only needed the impact of a small stone to shatter.

She hates herself like this, as if one of her hearts has been out of control, rising and falling with this insignificant person in front of her.

He said he was here to kill himself, he said he was coming to kill her, why she still refused to kill him?

Yisili!

She looked around, she could clearly feel his breath, he is coming!

hateful!Priscilla bit her lower lip nervously, the matter cannot be delayed any longer, if this continues, Kanda will not have any chance of surviving when Yisli makes a decision.

At this moment, Kanda seemed to be at his peak. He coughed violently and coughed up a mouthful of blood. The cough that made her flustered finally stopped.

"Are you going to kill me now?" Priscilla saw that he didn't go up, and took the opportunity to finish him off.

There was a smile on Kanda's pale face when he heard this, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, looking strangely gorgeous, his throat became hoarse after that burst of coughing, "Yes."

Seeing him angry, Priscilla gritted her teeth and said, "You want me to die that much!"

"..." Kanda looked at her with complicated eyes, but did not answer, but silently raised the knife again, and his slender body shook a few times before stabilizing.

Priscilla walked towards him, pressed down his knife with one hand, wrapped his arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry."

When she put his knife into his body with her own hands, the hot blood could almost scald her, and she looked up at the one in his black stone-like eyes, who was laughing and distorting herself.

"Do you remember who I am?" he asked, there was no trace of pain on his face, as if the wound was on someone else's body, he put all his strength on her body, and Priscilla quickly supported her he.

A large amount of blood flowed from his abdomen, staining her clothes red, and she silently looked at him without answering his question.

Kanda's calm face finally had a slight fluctuation, he held her hand tightly, looked at her persistently, "Think of me now."

At this time, she still didn't answer, and the word "yes" stuck in her throat, and she couldn't get it out. She didn't want to lie to him, but she didn't want to make him sad.

Finally, she caressed his sparkling eyes with her hands in embarrassment, "Don't look at me like that."

She heard Kanda sigh and didn't speak for a long time. Is he dead?

Priscilla couldn't help thinking, she slowly moved her hand away, not realizing that she was trembling, she lowered her head into his chest, and only relaxed after hearing the faint beating sound of the heart inside. tone.

What should we do now?Priscilla hugged Kanda, staring at the tightly held hands, in a daze.

"Mo Li!!"

Priscilla looked up blankly, and saw a white-haired boy running towards them, and when he approached, he was shocked to see Kanda covered in blood.

"You hurt him?"

Priscilla looked at the knife stuck in Kanda's body, and answered absentmindedly, "Yes."

Hearing that, the white-haired boy excitedly wanted to reach out his hand to snatch Kanda, but was pushed away by Priscilla a few steps away, and the white-haired boy shouted at her angrily, "If you don't let go, it's going to happen!" I really want to kill Kanda!"

When Priscilla was yelled at by him, she couldn't help being excited when she was already at a loss, "He said he wanted to kill me first!"

The white-haired boy was stunned for a long time before answering, "Don't cry..."

Who is crying?Priscilla gave him a hard look, and wiped her face with her hand, feeling depressed.Why is she crying at every turn today.

"Li Li, give me Kanda, he needs treatment." The white-haired boy persuaded.

"It's cured, let him kill me again?" In that case, it would be better to let him die now.

"No...no..." The white-haired boy was so helpless that he could only repeat "Kanda will die if he continues like this."

"If you're worried, then follow along." At this time a red-haired man came out, and the white-haired boy called him "Master" in surprise, and she recognized him as the man who was in the bar that night. The wretched man inside.

Priscilla snorted coldly, with disdain on her face, a little moved.

"Master, how can this be!" The white-haired boy looked at the man disapprovingly.

The red-haired man said nonchalantly, "Anyway, our mission is just to investigate her affairs. It would be better to bring her back."

The white-haired boy thought about it for a while and finally shut up, with a bulging face.

Priscilla looked at the person in his arms, his eyes closed tightly, his nose bridge straight, his lips that always liked to say things that made her angry, she lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "If you dare to kill me, I will I ate you."

She didn't know if she was dazzled, but she seemed to see Kanda smiling after hearing what she said, softening his outline.

Priscilla frowned, and simply threw Kanda to the white-haired boy. The white-haired boy looked at his master as a coolie with a bitter face, and the red-haired man smiled and said, "Let's go."

Priscilla nodded. Before leaving, she looked back at a dark figure on a tall building not far away, pursed her lips, turned her head and followed the two away.

Standing on the top of the tall building, Yisli glanced at the backs of the three of them, and then raised his head to look at the starry sky. If Yisli, who is from the north, takes another abyssalist to the south, that stingy Lucy Ella would be absolutely pissed off, thinking he wanted to invade the South and start a war.

However, if he followed Kuros obediently, he would not only distract the organization from paying attention to him, but also reassure Lucy Ella. At the same time, he would be able to temporarily escape from his control. What a smart kid.

Yisli smiled coldly, let the kid who ran away from home let her play for a few more days, and when she hits her head, she will naturally know that she is going home when she is hungry.

Breathing the cold and dry air in the north, Yisli began to miss the small body that he usually hugged to keep warm. Little Priscilla was not very patient. . . . . .

++++++++++++++++++Add a small episode of Yisili++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++++

"Ali! Let's compete with me!" The silver-haired boy picked up the huge silver sword and shouted loudly at the brown-haired boy in front of him.

The blond boy named Ali looked back at him and raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, Isli is going to fight Ali again?" Several teenagers nearby watched this scene with great interest.

"Hey, what's going on with Ali and him, the trio started fighting in two days, this Isli is really desperate."

"That is to say, knowing that Ali is already the default No. 1."

Listening to the whispers around him, the knuckles of the hand holding the sword turned white, "Ali, do you dare to accept my challenge?!"

"Ah... well..." Ali looked at him and rolled his eyes, and said with a smile, "Is there any benefit to you if you win?"

"Benefits?" Yisili was stunned.

"That's right, the benefits, like organizing and training us to become great swords to destroy demons, don't they all charge money." Ali spread his hands and explained, "Look, if I beat you half to death, what good will it be?" Wouldn’t it be a shame to have none.”

"What do you want?" Yisli gritted his teeth and asked.

"For orphans like us, it would be impossible to ask you for money." Ali rested his chin on his hand, as if he was really thinking hard.

Suddenly he let out an ah and said excitedly, "Why don't you make a promise with your body!"

Yisli's handsome face flushed instantly, and he was about to slash at him with an angry sword. He was usually teased because of his feminine appearance, but he dared to tease him in public!

"Ai ai ai~! You misunderstood!" Ali quickly raised his hand, making a gesture of surrender, and said with an innocent face, "I mean that the loser must obey the winner."

Isli squinted his eyes, carefully stared at Ali, trying to find a trace of teasing him on his face, and finally took back his sword after confirming that he was serious, "You are so confident that you can win me."

"No." Ali shook his head. "Anyway, even if I lose, you won't let me do anything with your personality. It's nothing more than making me disappear in front of you."

Yisli snorted coldly, "Pick up your sword, the default No. 1 Alishan University."

Ali walked up to a person next to him with a big sword in his hand, and said to him confidently, "I accept your challenge, Isli."

Isli looked at the upward angle of his mouth, he had a premonition that this would be an unforgettable battle for him, and at the end of the battle his premonition came true.

The two fought profusely, but did not hit a high or low, and finally ended in a tie.

That day was the last day of Ali's pre-fusion training. Before they died, they agreed to fight again after the fusion was successful and the demon's flesh and blood fully stimulated its potential.

From that day on, Yisli has been waiting for him to merge with himself, and after he succeeds, the two of them will have a happy fight, this is what he thought.

He silently endured the pain caused by the fusion, and when he came out, what he was waiting for was the news that he was missing. . . . . .

After receiving missions from monsters, he would vent his anger on the monsters, and his methods gradually became cruel. He remembered that the boy who was always laughing was dealing with such weak monsters that could be wiped out with a single sword. The mission disappeared I can't help but get angry.

The fighters who started the organization these days began to disappear in large numbers. Ali has always been the strongest among them all. Naturally, the organization would not just sit idly by and send a large number of fighters to crusade against him, but he was the only one that did not send him.

It wasn't until a month later, when he broke through the critical point and awakened during the crusade against demons, that he realized that Ali hadn't disappeared, but had become an awakened person just like him.

He lurks in this barren land in the north, one is to avoid the organization's pursuit, and the other is to wait for Ali's arrival.

His patience has always been bad, but after the long years of tempering by the Awakened, Ali became less boring in all things, so he gradually waited.

He often wanders on a small island in the north, where the passage of time seems to have stopped, and the ancient town has been refrigerated. Only here can he find a little sense of illusory familiarity. The island has holy puppets His life was disrupted by the appearance of the man behind the mask.

But he also brought him a gift. The flesh and blood on the holy female greatsword came from Ali. She said, "He cut off his own head."

This is not like what he would do, he should pursue his strongest state like him, so as not to be like those hypocritical people.

"If not, do you think someone could kill him?" The girl said sarcastically, knowing that I didn't believe it.

Yes, apart from him, there is no one in this world who can kill him. Even though his arms were broken by him, the girl still told him with a smile that he was the one who saved her back then, but he also pushed her into the fire pit Inside, those people in the organization used Ali's flesh and blood to create the second batch of great swords, but Ali's flesh and blood could not be tolerated by ordinary people. She was the last survivor of this batch, and she was still awakening at any time the edge of.

He watched her coldly utter vicious words to curse himself, and suddenly laughed. For so many years, he thought that Ali was the same kind of person as him, and after going around and around, he finally realized that he was not at all from the beginning to the end. As he imagined.

He didn't kill her, he just turned around and left. As she said, she was on the verge of awakening at any time. He was curious, would she cut off her own head before awakening like Ali?

Or would he choose to awaken like him?He wanted to give him another chance to choose, or give himself an excuse to keep killing time.

In the flames, at the moment when he saw Priscilla regaining her human form from her awakening, he realized that Ali's figure had long been blurred in his memory, and he didn't even remember what he looked like.

And that vague shadow was gradually replaced by the crying girl in front of her, the big sword that fused Ali's flesh and blood. . . . . .

He dragged his half-destroyed body and knelt down, "As a proof of defeat, I swear loyalty, as long as you want, I will get it for you."

Ali, this is good enough.

The author has something to say: it is almost over, and it will be over in about 10 chapters at most. . . .